"Damn..."
Their conversation made Lu Xiaolan laugh. Her cousin's dialogue with him was really interesting.
...
In the kitchen.
Li Younan tied on a chef's white apron and rolled up his sleeves.
All the ingredients and seasonings he specifically requested were placed on the prep table in front of him.
Chen Kunjie still couldn't quite believe it, but seeing Li Younan's setup, he found it rather imposing, so he said, half-believingly, "Do you really know how to do this? You don't even eat chili."
Lu Xiaolan stood curiously to the side, usually a chatterbox, yet behaving like a quiet, well-mannered child in front of strangers.
Li Younan replied calmly, "Not eating spicy food doesn't mean one can't cook Sichuan cuisine."
He smiled, "You have a misunderstanding about Sichuan and Chongqing cuisine. Whether it's hot pot or typical Sichuan cuisine, you think spicy can represent Sichuan cuisine, or spicy can represent Chongqing hot pot. Because of this, your hot pot base failed."
